Lightning races through the door of thoughts
But nothing seems to be a mirror
Darkness is what's preferred
Sunlight, denied forever
Blind as has always been
Blind as will always be
Rain drops fall from either of mirrors of mind
But, overcoem by an imaginary rainbow
Lost feelings of inner passion
Waiting for a-mouth for the desire whom, towards
Always have been with
Never thrown away, not once
Eyes dig deep
Eyes dig for strong desire within than that of the visible outside
Pearls of the mouth cease, to come to the doors of words
Magical instrument of throat stops playing, never surfacing the drums of the deep well
Sunlight do your part, as try you may
Darkness do not part, as stay you must....
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